I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 115 Dolan's Ambition

"Buzz!"

Faoken Bay, the Second Army Garrison of the Empire, Mad Fang City of the Golden Lion Territory, the council hall of the city lord's castle.

Lieutenant General Dolan Beattie, a burly man with a slicked-back blond hairstyle, sunglasses, a cigar in his mouth, and a glass of red wine in his hand.

He was sitting in the wicker chair at the head of the table, enjoying the refreshing cool breeze from the magic cooling machine beside him, while admiring the gorgeous dance of the orc female slaves dressed in light gauze in front of him. The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

He inhaled the rich aroma emanating from the glass of Romanée-Conti wine in his hand, a special supply from the royal family of the Kingdom of France.

Experiencing the unique smooth taste of the Baru cigar, meticulously crafted by the skilled cigar rollers of the Kingdom of Baru, fills my heart with joy.

In fact, ever since three months ago, when he learned from his father, the Marquis of Beate and Minister of Foreign Affairs, that he was to be assigned to Faoken, a place teeming with mosquitoes and fraught with danger.

Dolan was initially very resistant.

After all, in other people's eyes, he was the imposing Lieutenant General Dolan, who commanded the Imperial Second Army.

However, he himself was well aware of his own abilities and also understood how much of his lieutenant general title was overstated.

In fact, if it weren't for his father's influence and the fact that Prime Minister Wolf needed a compliant puppet to check and balance the Duke of Mosilis, who was the Grand Marshal of the Army, and to prevent the ambitious duke from having any thoughts of seizing the throne...

No matter how hard he tries, with his mediocre military talent, he could never possibly reach this position.

Although the Empire successfully captured the Golden Lion Territory in this land teeming with savage orcs under the offensive of the First Army Legion of the Empire's Lann War Zone, it has already established a relatively safe stronghold in Faoken.

But Dolan knew very well how troublesome the orcs of Saga's kingdom were.

After all, his father, who was a five-star general in the Imperial Army, had his leg cut off by these damned orcs during the Empire's expansion wars.

With his combat strength severely damaged, he had no choice but to follow Prime Minister Wolf's arrangement to move from the military to politics, becoming the Empire's Foreign Minister.

Even his marquis father, whose bravery was comparable to that of one of the thirteen heroes, was reduced to this miserable state when facing the orcs.

Dolan felt that if he, a good-for-nothing whose proficiency in his family's magic was less than one percent of his father's, were to fight the orcs in a real battle, he would probably be dead within three days.

Therefore, when he first heard the transfer order, he practically begged his father to persuade him to change jobs.

It wasn't until his father, who had become impatient with him, explained to him that the battle for Faoken Bay was essentially just a game between the Prime Minister and the Duke of Ostan, and whether or not they could defeat the allied forces and occupy Faoken was not important.

All he needs to do is stay obediently in Mad Fang City with his troops, avoid courting disaster, and wait for the Third Navy to be destroyed. Once they lose control of the sea and are unable to withstand the artillery fire from the Allied naval forces, he can shift all the blame onto the Third Navy and return safely.

Dolan reluctantly accepted the appointment and then, three months earlier, led the Second Army to the front lines.

He had expected to face the utterly detestable environment of Faoken, and was prepared to lead his own family's troops to stay in Madfang City, leaving the rest of the Second Army families to fight the orcs to the death, while he could simply wait to escape.

However, after arriving in Mad Fang City and personally surveying the mines in the Golden Lion Territory, and using his most proficient knowledge of minerals and materials science to confirm that the precious metal ores and mithril mines here had incredibly astonishing reserves, and that the raw stones were of excellent quality, high-quality mithril and gold could be easily obtained through refining.

Dolan then felt that he had made the right decision to come this time.

After all, he only took three months to successfully acquire resources worth no less than ten million D.

However, less than 10% of these veins have been mined in total!

Although, according to the tribal chief of the Saga Kingdom who was interrogated, this batch of minerals in the Golden Lion Territory was only a small part of the many mineral resources in Faoken Bay.

The mineral reserves are even greater in Blood Wolf Territory, west of Faoken Bay, with reserves at least ten times greater than those in Golden Lion Territory!
However, considering that the Blood Wolf Territory contains the largest tribe in the Saga Kingdom, even if my father were to come in his youth, he would be in deep trouble facing those monsters and orcs who possess the ancient 'blood sacrifice technique'.

If he were to actually lead the attack, the Second Army would likely be completely annihilated.

Furthermore, this takes into account the true purpose of the Gulf War by Faoken.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Dolan abandoned the idea of ​​expanding the Second Legion outwards.

After all, money is good, but you have to be alive to spend it, right?
Moreover, even though the mineral resources of the Golden Lion Territory are not as good as those of the Blood Wolf Territory, in his calculations...

If he were given time to mine all the mineral veins in the Golden Lion Territory and use his expertise to have the ore refined, then...

Therefore, his earnings from this trip to Faoken will not be less than 1 million D, which is equivalent to one-fifth of all the savings of the Beate family!

What does this mean? It means that Dolan Beatrice will become the greatest contributor to the Beatrice family after one of the thirteen heroes. He might even have his own statue, and even if he perishes with the passage of time, he will remain a distinguished and honorable ancestor of the Beatrice family, revered and admired day and night by his descendants!

Dolan could already imagine the scene when, after this shitty war was over, he led his elite troops back to the family with that wealth that was worth more than a country, and his father, who had always been indifferent to him, was stunned by his outstanding achievements.

And the scene where those people who once looked down on him would all fawn over him, eager to get a share of his enormous resources.

My dearest father, even someone as wise as you probably wouldn't have imagined this.

I, a piece of trash, could one day achieve something even more dazzling than you?
However, this was inevitable.

After all, while I may be utterly incompetent in military matters, when it comes to mining and food, I, Dolan Beyate, am an expert among experts!
Dolan swirled the wine in his glass with a contented air, his smile unrestrained and radiant.

Even though he hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol the whole time, he felt like he was already a little tipsy.

However, just as he was about to wave away the group of orc dancers and head to the Silverstone Mithril Mine to see how the captured orc slaves were mining day and night.

What is the overall progress of the mining of that mithril mine?

With a series of footsteps, his adjutant, Toby Bright, approached him and delivered news that made him frown:

"General, the 1st Mobile Magic Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Division of the 3rd Army of the Imperial Air Force, in response to the support mission, landed at the port of the Golden Lion Territory at 12 o'clock. After Major John Maslow, who was in charge, reported the situation via radio, he is currently leading his troops toward Mad Fang City. If nothing unexpected happens, they should arrive in Mad Fang City in half an hour."

Lieutenant Colonel Toby, acting as his adjutant, wiped the sweat from his brow and then subconsciously glanced at the twelve scantily clad orc dancers beside him. He couldn't help but think to himself that his incompetent commander was really playing around, putting on so many shows at once, and wasn't he afraid of killing himself on the orcs' bellies?

But outwardly, he still respectfully inquired of this lieutenant general, a disgrace to the Beatrice family:
"Considering that the other party was sent by the Imperial Military Affairs Department, I think it is necessary to report to you, General. Should we take some men out of the city to welcome this troop later?"

Support troops?

Or is it the Third Army Group?

Oh, I remember now, there really was such a thing.

More than twenty days ago, the Ministry of Military Affairs seemed to have asked me to submit a request for assistance. To make it look good, I even sent people to fight those damned orc shadow troops, and ended up losing a lot of troops.

At first, Dolan was a little puzzled about what those people in the Ministry of Military Affairs were up to.

But now it seems he understands.

Isn't this just using the guise of support to bleed the newly appointed marshal of the Third Army Group dry?
After all, it's common knowledge that magic soldiers are not suited for jungle warfare.

I wonder who that unlucky guy who was sent here to die is.

After realizing what exactly was going on...

Dolan shook his head inwardly.

After some deliberation, Dolan realized that although Dormammu was outnumbered, he had His Majesty William backing him up.

If he goes too far, he won't be able to explain himself to His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, after careful consideration, he thought for a moment and then instructed his adjutant:

"Toby, take a few men to meet them later. Briefly explain the situation of Faoken to that damn major in charge, and then just find some excuse to send this group to the front lines and let them go straight to the battlefield."

"If they ask me anything, just tell them I'm out fighting with my troops and not in Mad Fang City. Tell them not to look for me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Also, I'm taking the guard regiment to the Silverstone Mine later. We might have to stay there for a few more days. If there are any special circumstances in the unit, you can contact me directly via radio, or you can find Major General Tony from the 1st Division and let him handle it."

After quickly arranging the handling of the support troops, Dolan immediately summoned his guard regiment and, filled with unprecedented anticipation and excitement, drove towards the Silverstone Mine, amidst Toby's disdainful gaze.

Less than half an hour after he left, accompanied by the yellow smoke from the moving vehicles, the dusty and weary 1st Battalion of Magic Soldiers finally arrived at the city gate of Mad Fang City.

"Squeak!"

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(End of this chapter)